I have not always had my obsession with old spoons. I acquired this obsession a few years back when The Mother-In-Law moved to heaven. As some of her goods were being shared among her children, I found myself looking at a small spoon and couldn't seem to get away from it. It was a simple spoon and had "Kennestone Hospital" etched on the end of the handle. Now since The MIL birthed five babies and had numerous kidney stones with all babies acquired and kidney stones un-acquired at Kennestone Hospital, I was somehow drawn to this spoon. She either came by it honestly....or not so much. Either way, you guessed it! That spoon is now mine. Not only that but when I eat my oatmeal in the mornings, it's one of the two spoons I use. Somehow it just makes me happy. Guess it doesn't take much in this season of life to make me happy.
Now we fast forward several years. The Mother knew of my obsession with old spoons and I found one in her silverware drawer. The Mother and The MIL were a bit different. The Mother had many more spoons than the MIL. The Mother just enjoyed buying things and silverware was not exception. Knowing my "obsession" with spoons, The Mother told me I could have it. I gladly took it and now I interchange it with The MIL's spoon when I eat my oatmeal. It's a tradition for me. Maybe it keeps me in touch with my very loved MIL.
A few months later, The Mother asked me if I would like to have an old box of silverware of her mama's. Of course, I said yes and brought it home to live in my china cabinet drawer. I began to think of those this morning as I ate my oatmeal with the Kennestone Hospital spoon and felt compelled to share.
Here's the goods I have:
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